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Real Life Ghost Stories
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I find the idea that she or someone broke into her house to do that to be a little out there.
What did you find in the room? Maybe I or someone else would recognize what you described. If you're not comfortable talking about it in a post you can pm me.
Wow Pamela - your story is intriguing. I would love to know more, especially what you saw in that room.
I used to say that I saw ghosts in every place I went to. Now I am starting to think that maybe I am the one that is haunted.
I don't know anymore. I find that the more unsettled I am, the more likely I am to see spirits.
I used to say that I saw ghosts in every place I went to. Now I am starting to think that maybe I am the one that is haunted.
I don't know anymore. I find that the more unsettled I am, the more likely I am to see spirits.
I've never seen anything like this, and I don't like to believe that people just hang around in limbo after they die... but, I have always been curious and these stories have been interesting to read.
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for sharing.
Yes, Pamela... I have to join those who would like to know more, if you're willing to share it. I know it may be upsetting to you talk about it in detail, though, so... no pressure.
Let me tell a story that's not nearly such a "hard act to follow" as that one:
In early 1992, my maternal grandmother became terribly ill, and I made a very quick trip to Ohio to see her. It was a wonderful visit... a real reconnection. She passed away four days later.
A few weeks after that, my phone rang in the middle of the night. I picked it up and said "Hello," and a very faint voice said, "Check on Jim."
"Pardon? Say that again?" But there was nothing more. And then I realized that I knew that voice: it was Grandma.
I stayed on the phone for about ten minutes, listening intently, occasionally saying, "Hello? Are you there?" The phone never went back to dial tone -- the connection was open, but there was silence.
Finally, I hung up and sat there thinking about it. The only Jim in our family was on my father's side, a cousin my age, but Grandma Lane had never met him, probably didn't even know he existed. It made no sense.
But it had been so clear that I felt compelled to tell my mom about it. I told her what had happened, and added, "The only Jim I can think of is Jimmy down in Austin, but Grandma didn't even know him."
"Sure she did," Mom said. "Don't you remember? When she and Ray came down to visit in '85, Jim came by the house one night."
I hadn't known about that. My cousin Jimmy was a police officer, and he had stopped by in his uniform, which mightily impressed Grandma, Mom said. He'd talked to her for a long time and treated her with great "courtliness," as Mom put it. After that, whenever Mom had called, Grandma had always asked about Jim and sent her love.
So it did make sense after all! And although we were both a little skeptical, I told Mom, "Well, if Grandma phones from Heaven to say 'Check on Jim,' I guess we oughta check on him!" So Mom called my father's sister Peggy, Jim's mother, and in the course of conversation, casually asked how Jim was doing.
And Aunt Peggy said, "Funny you should ask. He was over here crying his eyes out last night because his divorce was final yesterday."
So... not conclusive, but certainly suggestive, as most ghost stories are. And it's enough, in combination with some other experiences and observations, to make me believe!
Let me tell a story that's not nearly such a "hard act to follow" as that one:
In early 1992, my maternal grandmother became terribly ill, and I made a very quick trip to Ohio to see her. It was a wonderful visit... a real reconnection. She passed away four days later.
A few weeks after that, my phone rang in the middle of the night. I picked it up and said "Hello," and a very faint voice said, "Check on Jim."
"Pardon? Say that again?" But there was nothing more. And then I realized that I knew that voice: it was Grandma.
I stayed on the phone for about ten minutes, listening intently, occasionally saying, "Hello? Are you there?" The phone never went back to dial tone -- the connection was open, but there was silence.
Finally, I hung up and sat there thinking about it. The only Jim in our family was on my father's side, a cousin my age, but Grandma Lane had never met him, probably didn't even know he existed. It made no sense.
But it had been so clear that I felt compelled to tell my mom about it. I told her what had happened, and added, "The only Jim I can think of is Jimmy down in Austin, but Grandma didn't even know him."
"Sure she did," Mom said. "Don't you remember? When she and Ray came down to visit in '85, Jim came by the house one night."
I hadn't known about that. My cousin Jimmy was a police officer, and he had stopped by in his uniform, which mightily impressed Grandma, Mom said. He'd talked to her for a long time and treated her with great "courtliness," as Mom put it. After that, whenever Mom had called, Grandma had always asked about Jim and sent her love.
So it did make sense after all! And although we were both a little skeptical, I told Mom, "Well, if Grandma phones from Heaven to say 'Check on Jim,' I guess we oughta check on him!" So Mom called my father's sister Peggy, Jim's mother, and in the course of conversation, casually asked how Jim was doing.
And Aunt Peggy said, "Funny you should ask. He was over here crying his eyes out last night because his divorce was final yesterday."
So... not conclusive, but certainly suggestive, as most ghost stories are. And it's enough, in combination with some other experiences and observations, to make me believe!
from this thread, repeated below...
Our two older cats (one now a ghost herself I think) used to see spirits walking through the house. They would kinda freak out a little as they followed the ghost walking though the rooms, and stare up at what would be eye level.
These ghosts would always take the same exact path through the house, first coming down the stairway, passing through the living room, dining room, kitchen, and finally down the basement stairs.
I couldn't see anything. Only they could. One cat was better at it than the other. Once one followed the ghost, chattering (talking) to it, but was also scared almost to death by the experience.
It is one thing to know that our own human minds can trick us into believing in these things, but cats can't possibly believe in something as surreal as a spirit. They either really see something or they don't, and react accordingly, and honestly.
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from this thread, and repeated below...
We live in an 90 year old house. We don't really know its history. A little more than a year ago, late at night, I heard the sound of shoes (not sneakers or slippers we wear, but of the leather bottomed variety) downstairs about the kitchen tile floor and continuously up and down the basement wooden steps (which are original to the house). Thing was, that our only cat at the time was upstairs with us, so it wasn't her, and the fact that the metal strip at the top of the stairs has a very distinctive noise to it when loaded with the weight of a human.
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When I was about 12, I slept with a time/temp/humidity guage next to my bed. It was winter, and my room very very very suddenly got warm - almost hot. It was unnerving enough that I turned on a little flashlight and looked at the temperature thing rise 10 degrees before my eyes. I also felt a strong presence that was trying to "know me" or something. I prayed and asked the thing to leave. It did. The temperature very quickly dropped as I also watched that happen on the dial.
Our two older cats (one now a ghost herself I think) used to see spirits walking through the house. They would kinda freak out a little as they followed the ghost walking though the rooms, and stare up at what would be eye level.
These ghosts would always take the same exact path through the house, first coming down the stairway, passing through the living room, dining room, kitchen, and finally down the basement stairs.
I couldn't see anything. Only they could. One cat was better at it than the other. Once one followed the ghost, chattering (talking) to it, but was also scared almost to death by the experience.
It is one thing to know that our own human minds can trick us into believing in these things, but cats can't possibly believe in something as surreal as a spirit. They either really see something or they don't, and react accordingly, and honestly.
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from this thread, and repeated below...
We live in an 90 year old house. We don't really know its history. A little more than a year ago, late at night, I heard the sound of shoes (not sneakers or slippers we wear, but of the leather bottomed variety) downstairs about the kitchen tile floor and continuously up and down the basement wooden steps (which are original to the house). Thing was, that our only cat at the time was upstairs with us, so it wasn't her, and the fact that the metal strip at the top of the stairs has a very distinctive noise to it when loaded with the weight of a human.
another...
When I was about 12, I slept with a time/temp/humidity guage next to my bed. It was winter, and my room very very very suddenly got warm - almost hot. It was unnerving enough that I turned on a little flashlight and looked at the temperature thing rise 10 degrees before my eyes. I also felt a strong presence that was trying to "know me" or something. I prayed and asked the thing to leave. It did. The temperature very quickly dropped as I also watched that happen on the dial.
I've never actually seen a ghost but my parent's house was haunted (even they admitted that). I would feel a presence but it wasn't evil . In fact, before my mom died we talked about that, and we think maybe my imaginary friend I had when I was little, "Jessie" could have been the ghost. She wasn't invasive...just footsteps and, like I said, a "presence".
But, I do have some stories.
First is actually my grandma's and my mom's story. When she was growing up during WWII, her uncle Bill (my grandma's brother) was serving in the pacific. One night, Granddad wasn't home and there was a knock at the door. Grandma didn't want to open it, so asked who it was. A voice said "It's your brother, Bill". Grandma said "No, Bill is in the pacific". Nothing after that. *note...my grandparents house had 15 wooden steps leading up to the landings...no one heard footsteps going up or down..just the knock* A few days later they got a telegram saying that Uncle Bill had been killed. His last words before he passed were "I went home but they wouldn't let me in".
When my great grandmother died, all the clocks in my grandparents house and my parent's house stopped at 8:11am. She died at 8:11am.
The strangest is when we moved into my MIL's old house while waiting for our house to be built. One night, I went out on the back porch to feed the barn cats, and when I tried to get back in, I got the door open, but couldn't get back in! It was as if someone was putting all their weight on the door making me put on my weight on it. Then, the door suddenly opened and I fell on my face. The dogs were already in their crates and I was yelling at my husband (who was laying in bed). I came in the bedroom in a panic, explained what happened, and he started chuckling. Apparently, I was accepted into the family because the house is haunted and the ghost likes to mess with people with that door! When I told my MIL about it, I got the same reaction. They think it is an owner from way back (old farm house) and he is a prankster. At the time, I was not amuse, but now it's kind of funny! I'm sure he got a good laugh out of it.
But, I do have some stories.
First is actually my grandma's and my mom's story. When she was growing up during WWII, her uncle Bill (my grandma's brother) was serving in the pacific. One night, Granddad wasn't home and there was a knock at the door. Grandma didn't want to open it, so asked who it was. A voice said "It's your brother, Bill". Grandma said "No, Bill is in the pacific". Nothing after that. *note...my grandparents house had 15 wooden steps leading up to the landings...no one heard footsteps going up or down..just the knock* A few days later they got a telegram saying that Uncle Bill had been killed. His last words before he passed were "I went home but they wouldn't let me in".
When my great grandmother died, all the clocks in my grandparents house and my parent's house stopped at 8:11am. She died at 8:11am.
The strangest is when we moved into my MIL's old house while waiting for our house to be built. One night, I went out on the back porch to feed the barn cats, and when I tried to get back in, I got the door open, but couldn't get back in! It was as if someone was putting all their weight on the door making me put on my weight on it. Then, the door suddenly opened and I fell on my face. The dogs were already in their crates and I was yelling at my husband (who was laying in bed). I came in the bedroom in a panic, explained what happened, and he started chuckling. Apparently, I was accepted into the family because the house is haunted and the ghost likes to mess with people with that door! When I told my MIL about it, I got the same reaction. They think it is an owner from way back (old farm house) and he is a prankster. At the time, I was not amuse, but now it's kind of funny! I'm sure he got a good laugh out of it.
Dunno.. Anything is possible. What book did you read that reminded you of this experience?Originally Posted by Crazyforinfo
It also reminds me of a book I just finished reading. Very scary! Do you think she was possessed at all?
I don't blame you! I scared myself silly after posting my experience. The doorbell light flashed several times and I jumped up screaming.Originally Posted by sarahp
OMG I so shouldn't have read this thread.... I'm such a big ol' scaredy cat and am probably going to have nightmares tonight
Originally Posted by strange_wings
I find the idea that she or someone broke into her house to do that to be a little out there.Guilt and anger, two very negative emotions that could have been from her mother's death, can really warp people and draw stuff.
What did you find in the room? Maybe I or someone else would recognize what you described. If you're not comfortable talking about it in a post you can pm me.
Basic items we found in that room- candles, chalk outlines of various symbols PLUS symbols drawn in blood (both on walls AND floor) and some dried blood stains on the floor along with some other things we could not identify-never saw them before.
It's called The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield. An author tells her childhood story to a biographer. Very creepy book.
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WOW! Some of these stories are just amazing!!! Especially yours Pamela. What a nightmare that must have been!
My Dad is VERY perceptive to spirits and sees them often. He has tons of stories, most of which I wouldn't even try to tell because I don't think I would get them right. The most recent ones though was this past winter when he and my step-brother, Justin, were deer hunting. Dad had dropped Justin off at a tree stand and then went on to his. Later Dad came back (on the four-wheeler) to pick Justin back up. When Justin came sprinting out of the woods my Dad saw a woman keeping pace with him! Justin's face was really pale, and he started to say something but Dad told him not to say a word, he saw her. Justin got on the four-wheeler and they left and she didn't follow. When they got back to the hunting cabin Justin told my Dad that right after he climbed into the stand, she wandered out of the woods and just sat on a fallen tree. Justin said she sat there until he got up to leave, and then she followed him. He was terrified. My Dad thinks she was looking over Justin, protecting him from something.
My Dad is VERY perceptive to spirits and sees them often. He has tons of stories, most of which I wouldn't even try to tell because I don't think I would get them right. The most recent ones though was this past winter when he and my step-brother, Justin, were deer hunting. Dad had dropped Justin off at a tree stand and then went on to his. Later Dad came back (on the four-wheeler) to pick Justin back up. When Justin came sprinting out of the woods my Dad saw a woman keeping pace with him! Justin's face was really pale, and he started to say something but Dad told him not to say a word, he saw her. Justin got on the four-wheeler and they left and she didn't follow. When they got back to the hunting cabin Justin told my Dad that right after he climbed into the stand, she wandered out of the woods and just sat on a fallen tree. Justin said she sat there until he got up to leave, and then she followed him. He was terrified. My Dad thinks she was looking over Justin, protecting him from something.
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Wow, whatever did or didn't happen, you were right initially. You probably should have called the police.
That was Grandma saying goodbye to you and letting you know she will always be watching. Nice!
I have to add this story...it happened to me just last night.
I always keep a few soft cat toys in a plastic bag with catnip in the fridge. Every once in a while I will switch the toys they are playing with so they have "new" toys. I always keep that shelf neat, it is divided in 2 and batteries are on the left and toys and food are on the right. When I went into the fridge on Sunday night, there were 3 toys in the plastic bag.
Last night, as I was making dinner, I opened the fridge. The toys were on the top of a VERY messy shelf and the plastic bag was blown up like a balloon. The bag hit me in the face as I opened the door.
I always keep a few soft cat toys in a plastic bag with catnip in the fridge. Every once in a while I will switch the toys they are playing with so they have "new" toys. I always keep that shelf neat, it is divided in 2 and batteries are on the left and toys and food are on the right. When I went into the fridge on Sunday night, there were 3 toys in the plastic bag.
Last night, as I was making dinner, I opened the fridge. The toys were on the top of a VERY messy shelf and the plastic bag was blown up like a balloon. The bag hit me in the face as I opened the door.
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Ok, I'm 'fessing up for the very 1st time--I've never told anyone else, as I fear they'd think I was nuts:
When I was 14 (a LONGGGG time ago): I got up at 7:30 AM, grabbed a glass of chocolate milk, and idly looked out the picture window. My parent's house was an "L"-shaped rancher; I could see into my bedroom window from there, around the corner. I had left the ceiling light on; it was a gray, overcast day. I saw a golden-haired woman, in white, who was looking down at something in her palms, and turning her hands gently to look at it. This was at the bedroom window. At first, I didn't think of a ghost--I was mad, as I thought Mom was snooping! I went into the hallway to confornt her; but she was snoring in her bedroom! (I later asked her if she had gotten up at all, and she hadn't--but never told her about the incident.). Now, only Dad, Mom, my brown-haired brother (who was asleep in the room to the side of the room I was in, so I would've seen him get up), our black Lab, and I were the only creatures in the house at the time. I never saw this ghost again, but still slept in that room. Many years later, I had guests on 2 occasions, who did not know about it, mention they felt a ghostly presence during the night, but it seemed benign.
A few months later, I was strolling in our field, and saw a young man, bent over, picking daffodils in the neighbor's field. He looked up at me, started running toward me, emitting a low whistle. As I was far enough away that I could pretend I didn't see him I (I thought he was someone from school that wanted to avoid!), I ran back into the house. Then, I realized--no flowers, and certainly not daffodils, grow there. Ever.
Many years later, I was in the car with my Dad, who was driving me home (my car was out of commision) from work. We were stopped a the small intersection by the house, and it was getting dark, and it was raining, and April 4th. I glanced out the window, as we made our turn, and saw a tall, thin, darkly-dressed young man, about 17, cross the road, and start up the steps to an abondoned house. I thought nothing odd about it, until I remembered that the hedge was entirely closed (overgrown), and the man must have walkd through it! (I checked a couple of days later.) I then remembered that 4/4 was the date, years before, that a 17-year-old man was on the run from the police--had was suspected of having molested a 3-yr-old girl, and was shot by the police in a shoot-out right near there!
I sometimes think this house is haunted. Shortly after I moved in, I was in the dining room, dusting (the only 2 cats we had were both sleeping where I could see them, and I was alone). I then heard a man sneezing, then clearing his throat, and then a woman doing the same, above me (whih would be either the guest room or the sewing room). I've only heard it about 3 times, though.
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When I was 14 (a LONGGGG time ago): I got up at 7:30 AM, grabbed a glass of chocolate milk, and idly looked out the picture window. My parent's house was an "L"-shaped rancher; I could see into my bedroom window from there, around the corner. I had left the ceiling light on; it was a gray, overcast day. I saw a golden-haired woman, in white, who was looking down at something in her palms, and turning her hands gently to look at it. This was at the bedroom window. At first, I didn't think of a ghost--I was mad, as I thought Mom was snooping! I went into the hallway to confornt her; but she was snoring in her bedroom! (I later asked her if she had gotten up at all, and she hadn't--but never told her about the incident.). Now, only Dad, Mom, my brown-haired brother (who was asleep in the room to the side of the room I was in, so I would've seen him get up), our black Lab, and I were the only creatures in the house at the time. I never saw this ghost again, but still slept in that room. Many years later, I had guests on 2 occasions, who did not know about it, mention they felt a ghostly presence during the night, but it seemed benign.
A few months later, I was strolling in our field, and saw a young man, bent over, picking daffodils in the neighbor's field. He looked up at me, started running toward me, emitting a low whistle. As I was far enough away that I could pretend I didn't see him I (I thought he was someone from school that wanted to avoid!), I ran back into the house. Then, I realized--no flowers, and certainly not daffodils, grow there. Ever.
Many years later, I was in the car with my Dad, who was driving me home (my car was out of commision) from work. We were stopped a the small intersection by the house, and it was getting dark, and it was raining, and April 4th. I glanced out the window, as we made our turn, and saw a tall, thin, darkly-dressed young man, about 17, cross the road, and start up the steps to an abondoned house. I thought nothing odd about it, until I remembered that the hedge was entirely closed (overgrown), and the man must have walkd through it! (I checked a couple of days later.) I then remembered that 4/4 was the date, years before, that a 17-year-old man was on the run from the police--had was suspected of having molested a 3-yr-old girl, and was shot by the police in a shoot-out right near there!
I sometimes think this house is haunted. Shortly after I moved in, I was in the dining room, dusting (the only 2 cats we had were both sleeping where I could see them, and I was alone). I then heard a man sneezing, then clearing his throat, and then a woman doing the same, above me (whih would be either the guest room or the sewing room). I've only heard it about 3 times, though.
MargeCat
To me it sounds like you have a gift and the spirits/ghosts visit you.
Okay guys , quit it..I couldn't sleep last night
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AwwOriginally Posted by Trouts mom
Okay guys , quit it..I couldn't sleep last night
Don't let yourself get upset, I'm sure Trout would beat up any scary stuff, she's a torti after all and that's HER home.
Yeah. It's always easy to look back and say what should have been done instead.Originally Posted by strange_wings
Wow, whatever did or didn't happen, you were right initially. You probably should have called the police.Had it been Pat's doing along with her behavior they probably would have pushed for something to be done, medical intervention.
I am pretty sure the bloodstains were NOT human- I mean the size of the bloodstains weren't that large. I hate to say it but I hope it was an animal-I understand some people out there would make blood sacrifices out of chickens, etc..
